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Last on silence-

She looked to my boyfriend next, and maybe it was just my jealousy but I think she was checking him out.

"And who's this?" She asked.

"My boyfriend." I clarified.

She nodded, "Come then."

She led me to the lay down couch and welcomed Edward to sit on the cushion next to me or next to her.

He chose me, wisely.

"So, where shall you want to begin, Ms. Swan?" She asked. Letting me take the lead.

"Okay, first, I'd like to clarify something. I'm not crazy, I had a crap childhood and court sent me here after I got my father put in jail." I said.

She nodded, looking understanding, "Yes, yes, I know you aren't crazy," still using the annoying doctor patient voice, "And how does it make you feel, Ms. Swan, to be this traumatized."

"I'm not traumatized! Or crazy!" I screamed out at her. I was convinced that her annoying demeanor was specifically designed to make you feel crazy.

"Of course you aren't. Remember, Isabella, you don't have to put up walls, here, be open with me."

I groaned. How did I feel about her?

I wasn't a fan.

Currently on silence-

E.P.O.V.

"She said she was having problems with her grandma. Carlisle, I just don't want her there anymore…" I complained, quickly coming to Bella's assistance.

I heard him sigh over the phone, "Son, she turns 18 in a month, when she does, she'll move in with you and her grandmother won't be an issue." He said.

I pursed my lips, "But what if she's being hurt?" I asked.

"Edward, it isn't logical that Bella would be being abused by an elderly woman, not only does Betty lack the body strength, but also, you've met her, she seems a nice enough woman."

I huffed, "Charlie seemed like a nice enough police officer."

"Look, Edward, twenty two more days. From what you've said, Bella doesn't even barely see her grandmother. I wouldn't worry about it. Bella's also dealing with the stress of the fear that her father will come back."

My eyebrows scrunched up, "But Bella knows that Charlie will never come back."

I heard Carlisle sigh again, "Edward, her mind is still traumatized. She may not tell you, but she is still surprised to wake up and not see bruises."

I blinked, "Why wouldn't she have told me? if she was scared-"

He cut me off, "She doesn't want you to think she's stupid, think about it. Listen, I have to go, but make sure and call me later."

I sighed. The house seemed so empty today. With my family gone, I had lost the distraction and Bella's lack of presence was getting to me.

It was too quiet. I knew Bella was unhappy where she was, and my heart ached, I knew I could take better care of her… but my father was right, she could stay for 22 more days, right?

I hadn't a clue that she still worried about Charlie though… I wanted to alleviate that fear. I didn't want her thinking those things. Was she having nightmares? How could I get rid of her fears…

Did she need closure? How would she get closure?

Therapy, maybe. Therapy was good… I'm glad we were going.

Although today's session wasn't that amazing, maybe I could arrange for another one, maybe a male. I felt kind of violated underneath the therapist's eyes and I feel that Bella was a bit too distracted with jealousy to focus on the healing she was sent there to do.

Could I go visit her? Would she like that? I sighed. I was getting quite obsessive. Everything Bella did I wanted to do with her, and it'd only been a few days since that amazing first kiss…

Oh boy… I thought as I looked down at my hard on.

I sighed again, I had, in fact, doubled up on the antiandrogen, but things hadn't gotten any better. If anything, I wanted Bella even more.

I couldn't imagine what it'd be like without the pills. Poor Bella…

I'd actually been thinking about that. I was wondering if this would form a problem for us.

My doctor told me that at the age of forty five, I'd have the sexual drive of an eighteen year old. And at first, it didn't bother me, but would it bother her?

When we were both forty five, and I had already fucked Bella senseless for a couple decades, wouldn't see get tired of me?

I had to face the truth, I was a freak, and Bella deserved better.

I ran my fingers through my hair.

B.P.O.V.

Right now, I didn't want to be in the same house as my mean grandmother. I wanted my boyfriend on top of me.

I groaned. For a hypersexual, he wasn't exactly too quick to have sex…

Why was he so reluctant?

"Isabella!" she called.

I groaned again, standing up. "Coming!" I called back.

I walked into the living room where she was. She turned her head up to me.

Suddenly, tears ran down her face, and she opened her arms out to me. I blinked, but walked to her and hugged her, the overcoming urge to comfort the hurt overwhelming.

She leaned her head on my shoulder and cried. "B-Bella… he's gone." She choked out, "I'm so sorry I didn't… I didn't raise him better… and…" she kept talking, and I just held her closer.

This is what was wrong, she had only just started to realize what her son had done.

I felt no doubt that this vulnerable woman, ridden with guilt, was my grandmother.

"It's fine, gran, I'm okay."

As she kept crying, I kept holding her, and it felt nice to be the comforter, instead of the one in need of comfort.

Once more, I looked at that photo in the corner of the room dated a decade back.

It sort of looked like her I guess…

And maybe I wasn't being fair, she had a lot to deal with. Her son was in court, and Edward had suggested that this was just her way of coping… maybe the grief was just coming late.

And as for the lack of pictures of her late husband… perhaps she was trying to get over him and the pictures were just making it harder.

And that was true, I realized. I was being too hard on her through my own grief. She finally wiped her face.

"I'm sorry, Bella… I've been short with you the past couple of days."

I shrugged, "It's fine, we've all been a bit upset. But you won't have to deal with me much longer," I joked, "next month, when I turn 18, I'm going to move in with Edward. That's alright, isn't it?" I asked.

She sighed, "Yes, I suppose that's perfect," she smiled an old, crinkly smile, "You up for a game of backgammon?" she asked.

I nodded, "You're on." I winked.

BASBASBASBAS

E.P.O.V.

"Are you lying to me to calm me down? Or is your thing with your grandmother really better?" I asked her during the last period the next day.

It was only science so we didn't exactly focus on paying attention.

"I'm not lying. And I was actually talking with her, and she said that if it really was okay, she wanted to take a spontaneous road trip to Florida to take her mind of things, and that this morning she would talk to the court and see if she could hand over custody to you."

I groaned, imagine that…

Wait. If I took custody over her, wouldn't that make me her legal guardian? And if I had constant sexual fantasies about her, wouldn't that be a little gross?

Or a little hot…

"That would be amazing." I kissed her hand.

She smiled at me, "Yeah, she was fine… I think she was just having some trouble with coping with everything that was happening…"

I smiled, "Yeah, it had to have been hard for her."

She sighed, "I missed sleeping in the same bed as you."

I smirked, leaning towards her ear, "Me too, I miss your constant night groping."

She shivered and I pulled back with a smirk. I loved how much power I had over her body and how she reacted to me…

BASBASBASBAS

"Edward! Edward! Edward!" she basically screamed while knocking down my bloody front door.

I was in the process of doing my P90X for my football workout. To be truthful… before football, I was kind of overweight, and I worked out an hour a day now. So I was currently out of breath and sweaty. I paused the TV and set down my weights.

"Babe, I'm coming!" I said and I don't know if I imagined it, but her knocks faltered and I realized how that sounded. My girlfriend seemed to be almost half as horny as I was sometimes… and that was a lot too… mm, maybe- no.

I rolled my eyes and opened the door.

She was jumping up and down and into my arms. I chuckled, she reminded me of my cockblocker sister.

She froze when she felt my lack of shirt and looked down at my sweaty chest.

"Oh God…" she said. Honestly, I don't know if she meant to, or realized what she was doing, but she ran her hands down my chest.

My muscles twitched under her hands and my head tilted back. One of her hands moved up again and around my neck while her other stayed to grope my abs.

She moved my head down and licked a bead of sweat off of my neck. My hands moved to her hair and back and I felt my already normally uncomfortable hard on grow and knock against her thigh.

She moaned, and her previous control was handed over to me.

With one life of my leg, I slammed the door behind her. My hands moved to an automatic stance at her ass, squeezing lightly before forcefully lifting her up and wrapping her legs around me.

The new position placed her hot little sweet spot right against me, making me harder than usual.

"Ungh…" I said as she gyrated against me.

I leaned my head down to her neck, panting while nipping and sucking at her neck.

She moaned, pushing against me.

I stumbled my way over to the couch and laid her down, hovering over her.

"Mm…" she moaned out as my hand curled over her body, restraining her from making any movements. I leaned back an inch and stared back at her. She was a vision, her body shaking from things that I was doing.

I grinned down evilly at her, leaning down to kiss her.

"I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world."

That annoying as hell song continued to blast from Bella's pocket.

"Alice." she said.

I brought my hand back down on her ass again, sliding it in her pocket and taking out her phone, tossing it to another couch and leaning down on her again.

Something crackled beneath me. I looked down at Bella's shorts again and reached my hand in her pocket again.

I took out a piece of paper.

I raised an eyebrow at her.

Her eyes widened and she blushed, "Oh, yeah, I had something to tell you before I uh… got distracted. You're my legal guardian for the next 21 days." She said.

I grinned down at the paper. I leaned around to her ear again, "Do you know how much of a fucking turn on it is to have you in my complete care? And I know exactly how to make you feel good. Oh, and you can scream as fucking loud as you want."

Her eyes squinted and she groaned, loud and filled with want. I looked into her lust filled eyes and smirked.

My hands grabbed the hemline of her shirt. With my eyes, I asked if it was okay. She nodded, bucking her hips up to me again.

Not really planning to, I took her shirt and ripped it in half, exposing her creamy white stomach and healthy handfuls of warmth and glory, hidden beneath only a deep blue bra that went well with her skin… making it appetizing.

Her breasts were heaving with each of her uneven breaths.

I growled, fucking growled at her, and looked into her eyes. Slowly, I leaned down, keeping her eye contact, and kissed the tops of her nearly exposed breasts.

Smirking once more, still keeping her eyes locked with mine, I flicked my tongue out and swiped it across as much of her soft, ample tit as I could access.

"E-Edward!" I got her to scream, and I grinned. I liked that… the ways she responded to me… the sounds she made.

It was so easy to do that… the look of flushed pleasure across her chest and face and the wetness from my tongue on her breast.

She arched her back up to me once I backed away to enjoy my view.

I was the damn luckiest man in the world.

I slid my hands beneath her back again and eagerly reached for the clasp of her bra.

"I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world, being plastic, it's fantastic!"

I growled. She made a move to get up.

"Ignore it." I growled at her and moved to straddle her again. She made no protest to my physical movements but she spoke again.

"What if it's important?" she asked.

"Well, I don't care then, Alice can wait." I said, leaning down and snaking my tongue out to lick her neck again. She moaned, wrapping her legs around me.

"I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world, being plastic, it's fantastic! You can brush my hair, and take me anywhere!"

Fuck. I glared at the phone. Bella looked at me, trying to reason.

I knew that she would be powerless if I kissed her again, but I could also tell she wanted to know what Alice wanted.

"Damn you, Alice, damn you." I said, upset as I leaned off of her, un-fucking-believable, she even broke up our make out sessions when she wasn't even here.

She ran to the phone I now regretted giving to her.

"What is it, Alice?" she said. Alice spoke for a while and Bella grew visibly uneasy. I wondered what was wrong.

Her eyes widened, looking at me, suddenly a bit shaky. Her mouth opened once before she decidedly bit it.

"Really?" she asked, sounding shocked.

My eyebrows knitted together. Was something wrong?

"No… of course, I won't tell him. I… I just can't believe that someone like that- yeah, yeah, I understand… " She said, biting her lip.

Suddenly, she looked determined, "I… I don't care Alice, I want to help, really I do, so what are you going to tell them?"

Alice said something else and Bella nodded, "Okay… bye…" she gulped.

"What is it?" I cut in.

She closed the phone, looking at me with wide eyes.

She sat down, far from me.

"What did she say?" I asked, softer this time.

She bit her lip. "I-I want to tell you… but it isn't my place…" she said, looking distressed.

"Okay… then answer me this, is anyone hurt?" I said.

She shook her head, "No…" she said.

I smiled, "Then everything's alright. I'll call Alice and the family about whatever it is tomorrow."

She nodded, "Hey, I'm going to go get a soda, do you want anything?"

I nodded, "Coke."

She got up.

Why would Alice call Bella about a problem about me? That was highly out of character for her but I remained quiet, Alice was smart enough in her judgment to let me know if something was wrong.

Right?

BASBASBASBAS

Bella went up to bed about an hour ago, and I was getting ready to join her. She was distressed about something, alright… but I had no clue what it was.

Oh well, everything was probably fine.

Since doubling up on doses I had to take one pill in the morning, and then one at night.

I walked into the kitchen to the medicine cabinet and fished through it for the antiandrogen. My face screwed up. It was usually in the front…

Maybe I was just tired. Individually, I took them all out.

No antiandrogen.

Okay, I know what you're thinking. "Oh wow… all that foreshadowing on crazy grandma for nothing." But everything connects and she's still crazed. I promise.

Sorry, twerd pervs, no lemon today…

Pix-

Chapter question- HOW MANY OF YOU NOW WANT A HYPERSEXUAL BOYFRIEND? God knows I do… haha.

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